Is it wrong for a reincarnation to be in the dungeon?

2.2 Cowardice

A/N: This chapter has been edited once.

I'm a coward. For as long as I've known, I've always been one. Whether it be in my past life, or this one.

The only reason I had enough courage to throw myself into the dungeon was the slight feeling of confidence that a god was behind me, supporting me, making sure I wasn't going to die in there.

And indeed there was. From here on, I don't need to fear death again, because I'll revive every time I do.

Even so, I still fear that there is a skill or power that can negate this skill of mine. And I would die.

I lack knowledge, my furthest idea of the plot in this show are small bits of memories up to the third season and a handful of spoilers.

I fear the unknown. I fear what I don't and will never know until the time comes.

If I can't know the future of everything in this new world, then I'll become strong. Strong enough to destroy any obstacle that may stand in my way in the future.

Until then, I'll remain a weakling. Until then, I'll cling desperately unto what I know of this world.

I am a coward.

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After a short nap, I headed back to the dungeon. There, I fought several monsters and finished the day with just a single death.

"4000 valis for your work"

I need a supporter.

Was the thought as my hands fell upon the pouch of coins.

It would be troublesome if they were to find out about my skill, but overall it shouldn't become much of a problem. It would also be a great help to have someone carry the magic stones.

Then again, it's doubtful to me that a supporter would work for someone who the guild never permitted to travel to the 7th floor.

Lily might work...? It's still a while before she'll be working with Bell. But she was only attracted to him due to the expensive-looking Hestia knife.

Ahh, forget it. This is making my brain burn. I'll find a supporter at some point, for sure I will. Until then I'll just continue picking up these purple things with my own hands.

The dark hue that clouded the skies signified the end of the day. I check the watch on my wrist. 12:36

I make my way to the Hostess of Fertility, keeping my hood up the entire way through. For some reason, the people here find that as normal attire.

Tonight was the night Bell would be humiliated by Bete's drunk talk. Such a major development, of course, I have to be there to see it through.

Sure enough, there he was, sitting at the bar, staring at Ais on the table not far from him, mesmerized.

I can't blame him. The entire cast has extraordinarily gorgeous facial features. So much that I was having trouble removing my gaze.

It's rude to stare so intently, me

An airhead blondie with golden eyes that resembled the yellow treasure. Two amazonesses with dark skin glistened under the somewhat dim lights of the tavern. And an elf with long, beautiful jade hair and elegance that reminded me of top-quality jewelry only the wealthy could afford.

But most important of all, they were all independent women of praiseworthy strength. Reminds me how rare it is for light-novel authors to create such admirable female characters.